Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1493: Final - · Across the Seas Arc [5] · "Rose Accompanied Her Sunset.
At this moment, it was very quiet around Su Ming’an’s ears.
It was as if a suffocating wave was crashing over him, one after another, submerging his mouth and nose.
Clearly, everyone was bowing to him with respect, yet he felt as if he had fallen into a deep nightmare, every gaze like thorns on his back.
A blonde woman wearing a black veil hat bowed elegantly, her voice as soft as red roses: "Leader, Xi Ting seeks your forgiveness. I failed to capture this entire group, three escaped, I hope for your pardon."
Su Ming’an didn’t think much about the reason, but instead looked directly at Su Liujin.
Su Liujin’s pupils were trembling, his expression nearly collapsing, his eyes filling with red, yet he still tried to maintain his Rationality. Sensing Su Ming’an’s gaze, Su Liujin softly said:
"I know you are innocent."
The young man’s voice was light, like a fragile firefly. He didn’t know who to hate, most of the friends he had traveled with had died, everything he had painstakingly built had suddenly turned to ash. And yet he still understandingly said to Su Ming’an:
"You are just the contestant who recently possessed Bai Qiu, you shouldn’t have had time to interfere with his arrangements. So, you needn’t bear any psychological burden."
"...But, sorry, friend, I just want to be alone right now."
Su Liujin quietly sat down, placing his hands on his knees, his head lightly buried in his arms, facing Ye Zi and Changping who had just died. The two’s hands were still tightly clasped, Changping’s unclosed eyes still gazing at Ye Zi. They had just been joyfully eating together, and in the blink of an eye, they were now worlds apart...
He looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his eyelids drooping, as if he had already grown accustomed to such losses.
"...Sometimes I really regret coming up from the seabed," Su Liujin muttered to himself:
"As an Observer, I can’t protect them. Having become the Great Emperor, I still can’t protect them."
"What is so good about this Mortal World, Ms Qing?"
Su Ming’an knew that having this face and staying here was inappropriate, he quietly glanced at Su Liujin, turned, and left.
After leaving, through communication with the blonde woman, Su Ming’an finally learned Bai Qiu’s background.
Bai Qiu, founder of the "Hand of Destiny," Divine Envoy of the God of Chaos, also the Demon Mother Goddess’s favorite Favored. As a naturally mad executioner, Bai Qiu, borrowing the support of the Silver-armored Knight and the Undead Race, had killed countless people.
It’s hard to know why he was so favored by the two Deities, perhaps his inhuman qualities made Them very appreciative.
——Tonight, Bai Qiu planned to massacre the Civilian Cave.
This was actually just a beginning.
Su Ming’an couldn’t stop it, all he could do was slow down the slaughter, but despite this, the Silver Armor Knights were still advancing towards the Civilian Cave under the cover of darkness.
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Mizushima Kawa Sora was looking at the Identity Card in front of her.
The card depicted a noble woman with graceful grandeur, blonde hair draping over her shoulders, her long gown adorned with gemstones.
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[Name: Aisudani]
[Identity: Empress, Believer of the Steam God, Member of the Nalan Court]
[Personality: Clever and generous, brave and ruthless]
[Interpersonal Relationships: Huajian Weilai, Zhan Xi, Sique]
[Play difficulty: S]
[Play rules: 1. Regularly contact the Nalan Court Councilman, Huajian Weilai. 2. Always prioritize the Royal Family.]
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[*Aisudani’s Main Quest: "Rose Accompanied Her Sunset"]
Quest requirements: Complete Huajian Weilai’s plan.
Quest rewards: In the "Midnight Bell" stage, obtain a "Pupil of Inquiry" that can discern others’ identities.
Quest failure: Death.]
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Empress... this identity isn’t bad, high status, it would be easy to eliminate other contestants.
Mizushima Kawa Sora opened her eyes satisfactorily, the room was luxuriously decorated, her rose-red gloves and white silk long dress were inlaid with gold.
"...Your Majesty, here are the hundred candidates for the day-after-tomorrow’s Creator Conference, please have a look." The Hidden Guard presented a scroll.
Mizushima Kawa Sora took it, glanced over, and asked: "Among the hundred, who are the favorites to win?"
The Hidden Guard respectfully presented a list.
Mizushima Kawa Sora’s gaze swept over it.
Emil Dela. A farm boy from the countryside, good at depicting the daily life of farming. Rich details, full of a sense of life.
Sharon Becker. A long-standing Noble Consort, with a keen understanding of the palace’s intrigue.
Ian. A Dragon Clan Royal, his humorous writing style and highly Western-styled adventure stories are captivating.
Si Nian. A Knight by origin, skilled at short drama-oriented stories, his philosophical speculation is thought-provoking.
Bai Qiu. A university professor, adept at horror and gore stories, often bringing a wry smile to readers’ faces.
And...
Mizushima Kawa Sora saw a familiar name.
Sique. Adopted son of Royal City Engineer Qiao, an emerging Creator, skilled in satirical adult fairy tales.
Mizushima Kawa Sora often heard this name, knowing this person would achieve something in the future. However, she couldn’t determine which iteration this was of the Luowasha Reset, history wasn’t necessarily reliable. So, she couldn’t make the mistake of empiricism.
In this era, the confrontation between Genesis and technology had reached a fever pitch, the political landscape gradually splitting into two factions. To balance the political situation, Empress Aisudani contacted the renowned world order maintenance organization, the Nalan Court, seeking help from Councilman Huajian Weilai.
"Tap, tap, tap." A knocking sound came.
"Come in." Mizushima Kawa Sora massaged her temples.
A girl in a pink dress, with a quirky and ancient aura, walked in, her hair exhibiting a gradient of seven colors, extremely vibrant and dazzling. She took Mizushima Kawa Sora’s hand, intimately saying: "Your Majesty, have you considered the matter we discussed before?"
...What matter? Mizushima Kawa Sora blinked her eyes.
"Our Empress indeed has much on her mind." Huajian Weilai smiled, pursing her lips: "You and I stand in high positions, with broad visions, both understanding that the tide of the Genesis era is unstoppable, any attempt to halt it is merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot. I mentioned to you before that the Alliance of Truth, the Tower of Wisdom, and the Supreme Tower’s three wisdom alliances have decided to load existing scientific data into a ’launcher,’ to send it into the Universe."
Mizushima Kawa Sora heard the narrator’s voice:
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[Huajian Weilai had discussed this matter with me, it is known as the "Spark Plan."]
[Many scientific rules have been altered by the Creators, high-precision instruments have collapsed and shattered, numerical formulas have turned to sand, countless scientists have jumped to their deaths...]
[If this continues, our scientific level will be reverted to primitive times. If someday the Law of Genesis suddenly disappears, we will only be able to survive by rubbing sticks together to make fire!]
[Genesis is like a divinely bestowed treasure, while science is the power humans have created with our brains and hands.]
[Since the entire World has been "polluted" by Genesis, we must ensure the correctness of our science by copying it and sending it beyond this World before everything is completely rewritten. When the environment stabilizes again, we’ll retrieve this section of scientific technology!]
[Science will not vanish!]
[Faced with Huajian Weilai’s invitation, my response is——]
[A. "I agree with this plan, what do you need me to do?"]
[B. "Miss Huajian Weilai, this is a great plan, I am genuinely excited, and I hope I can be the one to press the launch button."]
[C. "I refuse. Launching our civilization’s information and data into the universe, I believe this is not safe."]
[D. "Oh, God, my sweet heart, this plan sounds worse than Aunt Lin from next door’s apple pie, I’m going to kick your butt with my high heels!"]
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Mizushima Kawa Sora: "..."
Who wrote these options? Is the mastermind behind the Disciple Game this mischievous?
Mizushima Kawa Sora quickly reviewed the information in his mind:
"I remember the Seat of Greece is where the philosophers of Luowasha engage in debates of thought, renowned scholars from around the world dialog there tirelessly, day and night, even coughing up blood, proving their beliefs with their bodies."
"The Supreme Tower is an organization that reveres the trade of wisdom. Their ultimate goal is to learn from everyone and achieve perfect wisdom. The leader is a guy reeking of money."
"The Alliance of Truth split from the Supreme Tower during the War of Independence; they only care about perfect wisdom, detest monetary transactions, and prefer exchanging wisdom for wisdom, virtue for virtue..."
"All three organizations fall under the category of neutral order; the former two believe in the God of Inspiration, Virdodo, and the latter in the Angel of Wisdom, Darya... The scale of this plan is very grand, involving three transcendent organizations and led by Huajian Weilai, the Councilman of Nalan Court, seemingly involving billions of people... This is a big deal; I must participate."
Mizushima Kawa Sora agreed and nodded.
Huajian Weilai beamed with joy and said, "Then please have the Empress sign the cooperation contract to prevent the plan’s details from leaking out."
Mizushima Kawa Sora signed the contract and handed the parchment back to the other party.
Huajian Weilai smiled and said, "Your Majesty, the Red Tower is the Kingdom closest to the Light and Dark Gap. We plan to relocate the ’launcher’ to the Red Tower, where it will launch through the gap into the universe. If you want to be the one to press the launch button, it is not impossible."
Mizushima Kawa Sora could clearly feel the excited emotion emanating from this body. This was an action leading an era, the launcher of the "Spark Plan"!
"Might it attract hidden dangers from the universe?" Mizushima Kawa Sora had a latent worry.
"No, our Angels and Favored have observed that there are no High Dimensions in the launch direction... Of course, words are unproven, so please, Your Majesty, be busy for a couple of days and personally participate in our plan." Huajian Weilai made a "please" gesture.
Mizushima Kawa Sora nodded and stepped forward.
At this moment, Huajian Weilai suddenly laughed and hugged her arm, lowering her voice: "Alright, done with business, want to talk about something private...?"
Her tone rose at the end, and her eyes were mesmerizing, causing Mizushima Kawa Sora to tremble.
Mizushima Kawa Sora suddenly recalled there seemed to be a line in the options like "sweetheart"?
Human nature, perfectly reasonable.
It turns out not only does Your Majesty favor Sique, but also has varied interests, taking and enjoying... Mizushima Kawa Sora maintained a calm demeanor, thinking of a sister still as a walking corpse, immediately pushing her away: "I’ve been too busy lately."
Huajian Weilai stuck her tongue out, her smile bright: "Alright, Aisudani, then some other time, and eat the pumpkin soup you made yourself; add more sugar. I like blending scents with you; there’s a rose fragrance so much like you, very beautiful..."
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Underneath the night, heavy mist concealed, silver corridor lights emanated a murky glow, a crow perched on the eaves, its yellow onyx-like eyes quietly observing all.
Su Ming’an, clad in a black cloak, watched a procession of Silver Armor Guards flow into the Civilian Cave.
"Secretive veil, silent supplicator, master of Death, I beseech you, grant me the strength of Evil Magic, to obscure the laughter and lament here..." With Xi Ting’s chanting, a layer of deep purple fog enshrouded the sky, as if a veil wrapped the place.
Suddenly, everything appeared hazy, even the sounds weren’t loud anymore. This demon-type spell could isolate screams and sounds of slaughter.
Beneath the shroud of darkness, a massacre began.
Along the streets and alleys, Silver-armored Knights were like pale grim reapers, where their figures passed, blood spread like mist, staining eaves, cyan bricks, and yellowed millstones red.
The laundry worker’s towel still hung outside, the white coarse cloth forcibly dyed blood red. A bag just bought from the bakery spilled over, the flour turned a rose-like crimson. Pale peas scattered everywhere, accompanied by broken skin, flesh, and bone.
Su Ming’an stood in the shadowed corner, with faint cries of agony rising in his ears, the nauseating stench of blood gradually permeating, making him feel like he was in an airtight suffocating slaughterhouse.
He didn’t understand why this was being done, nor the meaning of such indiscriminate killing of civilians. This was the destined history; even if he resisted, it could not be changed. All he could do was remember it all to dismantle the greater tragedy in reality.
"Bai Qiu, what on earth are you doing." Su Ming’an murmured.
The target they attacked tonight was only a small corner of the Civilian Area, covering just a small space, yet many pale innocents were within it.
Clearly, the massacre orders were from Bai Qiu, yet this body surges with waves of sorrowful emotions, even invoking the idea of self-harm.
In extreme sadness and pain, Su Ming’an saw a golden dagger slicing his arm open. As blood flowed, he sensed a surge of comforting pleasure, as if his soul found satisfaction in the pain.
Rolling up the sleeves, Su Ming’an found Bai Qiu’s arms full of scars, suggesting Bai Qiu was used to gaining pleasure in this way.
He touched his neck, and there was a scar.
... Madman. Mad enough to slit even their own throat.
Bai Qiu, why do you kill, in sheer bloodlust, or is there a deeper scheme?
As the blood trickled down, Su Ming’an suddenly thought, it’s actually quite relieving, no wonder Acto resorted to cutting during his final days. If later down the road the pressure becomes too great, maybe he could...
In the chill, he felt a blond woman’s embrace. Her body was extremely tall, nearly 1.9 meters, but her cheeks were pale and delicate, beneath the black veil were a pair of silent eyes.
Her embrace was cold yet expansive, her hands rough yet soft.
She was a strong member of the Human Race, a believer in the Demon Mother Goddess, assisting Bai Qiu, a high-ranking Favored.
"You’re very sad, I can smell your sorrow..." Xi Ting softly said: "I will pray for you, easing your pain."
... Does an executioner’s prayer lead to relief?
Su Ming’an said nothing, released her hand, and took a few steps forward.
"Plop."
Just then, an artisan’s corpse fell at his feet, the man’s eyes widened, his face not showing anger or sadness, only confusion. As if wondering why he had to die like this.
Just like leaves and Changping suddenly losing life, they too would want to ask, why. Why not give them a chance to live, why when happiness was so close, was their life taken away.
As the air thickened with the stench of blood, it was sickening. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Blood flowed freely, silence reigned.
Just then, Su Ming’an saw Silver Armor Guards pursing a beautiful girl, her purple hair flying, golden eyes brilliant, a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, wearing a dark lace steampunk style short skirt. A Silver Armor Guard’s sword tip was about to slash her back when she narrowly avoided it.
In a panic, she crashed ahead, her face possessing a kind of soft, pure, enchanting beauty, like a fluttering titmouse on the tree branch.
She parted her lips:
"Ahh!!!"
"There’s killing! Killing of magpies! Killing of pretty girls!"
"Someone, help! Su Ming’an! Brother Tree! Sister Yin! Save me!!!"
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